In Blood, Divided

Children No Longer
by Lola Lorne

Long ago you were kind to me,
Long ago you tried to protect me from harm
You were my first inspiration
You were a hero in a little girl’s eyes

I believed in your music,
I admired your art,
I read your writing with an avid heart

When the first punch came I brushed it away
Telling myself it was just a sign of your pain
When your words became cruel I defended you all the same
Because after all, long ago . . . you were kind to me

When I asked to be taught, you turned me away
You didn’t have the time for a little girl today
I offered whatever you wanted in return
And I did not understand your greed because long ago, you were kind to me

When you took, and took, and demanded more
I could not see this as an act of a user
Even when my hands came back empty
I was just a little girl you see, and long ago you were kind to me

You would not teach me your music
You refused to ever show me the ways of art
You mocked my joy in writing, and broke my heart

When I grew up and you still hit me, I asked you to stop
You laughed thinking it funny and insulted me on top
When you said my body mattered more than my mind
I swallowed my discomfort because once upon a time, you were kind

When I gave up on asking and began to teach myself
You ignored my efforts and thought only of yourself
Instead of pride that I managed to get by
You told everyone I hurt you by daring to try

When you demanded money, and I gave all I could give
You made false promises, like so many wishes poured through a sieve
You took everything and more, until I began to sell the things I love
For gifts for your children, but even this was not enough

I should have known when you hurt me
I should have known when you betrayed my trust
I should have known on that day you sold me out to a stalker
That my love for you never truly mattered much

But I carried my tears throughout the years
I hid the constant pain you caused
Because we grew up with shared hurt
And so very  long ago . . . you were kind to me

But little girls grow up to be fierce and strong
And I am no longer someone who will stand silent when wronged
Wish me death all you want, throw tantrums, it will be for naught
Because the love I have now will always win over what you’ve wrought

Long ago you were kind to me,
Long ago you did not think compassion for the weak
But your boy’s heart has been twisted into entitlement
Your words filled with hate, so now I must speak
Because I hope this fog lifts from your heart
Because I know you weren’t like this from the start
But I won’t be hurt by you any longer
Because I am not that little girl from long ago.


Lament for the Fallen

Fallen Petals, Broken Stems
by Lola Lorne

I scoop up fallen petals, palms open to the sky
Traces of beauty scattered too soon
The heat came on suddenly
As did the storm that followed
What chance did they have to survive until tomorrow?

My mother weeps for the tulips she wanted me to see
Their stems now broken, beaten down carelessly

Crouched amidst fallen blooms I have to wonder
Did their hearts ache when the wind tore them asunder?

I scoop up fallen petals, a gust sweeps them away
Traces of beauty too fragile to stay

Winds of Change

Longing for Equity in a World Saturated by Greed
by Lola Lorne

Winds of change, come quick, I beg
This world needs reshaping from its sorry state

Dethrone the barons, their wealth ripped from oil
Elevate the working class that they should not break with their toil

Day in and day out, constant and unending
They scrimp and save with the hope for the future bending

But every penny gathered eventually bleeds away
Taken by governments and businessmen who care not in any way

They tell you to be thrifty, they tell you not to splurge
But lifetimes seep by without a single fulfilled urge

They will shove celebrity health gossip into your face
Manipulating you to forget reality, and care about their fate

The ‘poor’ wealthy, the tragic stars
Are closer to being  theirs than ours

The rich have shaped the world into their home
The only freedom ever gained shall be their own

Another year passes, yet again a dream turns to despair
Every saving and effort siphoned into medicine and care

I watch my father slowly suffocate
Told to be grateful to the government
While I drown in their tangle of red tape
Knowing with a heavy heart, any aid to be too late

So, winds of change, come quick, I beg
Lest I tear out their hearts in your stead
Winds of change, come quick, I beg
For I will do what I must to keep myself fed.

Hello, Stranger

Hello, Stranger

I missed you the first time.

I was cooking and did not hear you chime.

When I glanced at my screen and saw, “Unknown Caller”

I shrugged, and decided it likely a wrong number.

Now months passed, and I put it out of my head.

But what should happen then but my phone lit up on my bed.

I stared at my screen,  after emerging fresh from the shower

Perplexed at these missed calls listed as “Private Number.”

Worse yet, I did not miss just once this time but several it seems

Stranger still that it should be the exact amount I use for emergencies.

Was it family? Was it a friend?

I call and text, but no, not them.

You know my trick, but it could be coincidence.

All the same I am sad for having missed the chance

If only just to say, “Hello, Stranger.”

Defy the Nightmares
by Lola Lorne

A dreamscape of souls, milling and drifting
Shades of grey amidst a barren landscape

Doorways to dreams beckon and pull
I search for you amidst the crowd

So many faces, both known and strange
So many nightmares calling my name

I dig my heels in, I don’t want to go
He’s lurking close by, waiting, I know

A sudden warmth floods my back
You’ve found me first this time

Exchanging smiles, we run through the dark

We settle by the sea, and our foreheads touch
Murmured words soft and rushed

My hand seeks yours, squeezing tight
And all the grey dissipates into the beauty of night

Break the Chains

Food for Thought
by Lola Lorne

I am not a sweet drop of fresh cream
I am not two scoops of vanilla ice cream
I am not for you to consume
My existence is more than being food

You think you’re clever, you think you’re smart
You think every girl is a fresh hot tart
But my heart is fire, my sweetness is shed
Try it again, and I will choke you dead

The Damsel & The Knight
by Lola Lorne

Why must I choose between the two?
Why must I be one or the other?

Can I not be rescued like a damsel,
And in turn save another like a knight?

Can I not use my sword to defend,
While using my fan to flirt?

Why is the blade the symbol of strength
And not the hands folded in calm reservation?

Can I not strangle an opponent with my skirts,
And in turn bumble shyly in my armor?

Why must I choose between the two?
Why must I be one or the other?

I want to be both
I want to be everything
But you would deny me
To make me feel like nothing

If I am to be but a damsel then I will scream
The scream of Lady Macbeth
If I am to be but a knight then I will dream
The dream of a knight-errant

Why must I choose between the two?
Why must I be one or the other?

For I am both
For I am everything
Those who deny me
Shall crumble at my feet

Justice for the Swans
by Lola Lorne

Swan maiden, coveted by many
Little firefly, your light a mystery
The wild hearts of the world
Draw too many eyes in greed

They tear the wings from your back
They crush your glow seeking what they lack
As the wild hearts around the world
Weep at the infliction of this heinous deed

They rob you and destroy you
Then have the audacity to ask
Why don’t you smile anymore?
Why don’t your eyes shine any longer?

Swan maiden, find your wings and fly away
Little firefly will restore their light, show you the way
Some wild hearts of the world were born of stars
Your freedom thus shall succeed

For any that dare to follow
Shall be burned in cosmic fire
Reduced to ash for your sorrow

Paths Cross by Chance

A Winter Wind’s Whimsy
by Lola Lorne

A winter’s night, I walked along a deserted road
My friends in step behind me
An ocean away from home

A sudden gust and a hat was stolen by the wind
Leading us to linger

Then across the street, an open door caught my eye
A figure in black stepped out into the night
A flicker of recognition crossed my mind
Was it you?

I thought about calling out
I thought about saying your name

A winter’s night, I walked away down the road
My friends now laughing following in tow
An ocean away from home

Were you startled by her sudden cry?
I felt your eyes on me as we walked on by

Had that mischievous wind not blown
Would I have ever known
That you might be just a street away

I thought about calling out
I thought about saying your name

One winter’s night our paths seemed to cross
Caught in the whims of a wily little wind
The beginning of a strange game of timing

A Wanderer and a Willow

Weeping Willow
by Lola Lorne

Dear willow, why is it that you weep?
Your branches sway in a whisper
Your leaves brush against my palm
A fleeting kiss without a trace

Though you cannot speak
I feel your lament
For your helplessness
In this world of violence

Oh, willow, I know your ache
The fear of actions taken too late
The worry for your part to play
I am but a tree, your leaves seem to say

Do not despair, sweet willow
You are more than you know
For with every gentle sway
The strength in my heart grows

Dear willow, why is it that you weep?
Do you not see how important you are?
For  it is the veil of your draped branches
That brought shelter to this fallen star



Fae Dreams Under a Full Moon

Forgotten Magic
by Lola Lorne

A night forest of blue and purple trees
A melody sighed with the wind through the leaves
A whisper of secrets in the moonlight
A star shatters and becomes all life

The fireflies dance, a blue and gold glow
The moths with wings of white do bestow
The touch of wonder to a moonflower
The pristine petals now shimmer with light

An ancient language once was sung
An old spell in a magic tongue
Woven with the night and the sea
An eternal enchantment led you to me

I recall these memories like a dream
Strange and wondrous they surely seem
How many times have I burst apart
Only to bloom again into life

A night forest of blue and purple trees
A melody sighed with the wind through the leaves
A whisper of secrets in the moonlight
A memory of cosmic creation

Bid Farewell to the Old Hurts

Ever After
by Lola Lorne

In an old house, wood floors creaking
We crept on tiptoe while everyone was sleeping
Bathed only in the glow of the winter night
We kissed beneath the mistletoe

At a boisterous party, loud music blasting
We found ourselves in the bathroom, giggling
Stealing a moment for ourselves
Before I wiped my lipstick from your cheek

They envied us our love
They envied us our laughter
For even sleep was too long a parting
For the constant of our wanting

Beneath the cherry blossoms, you promised me a ring
A lifetime of joy would be sealed by the end of spring
Yet somehow for all the happiness
A doubt bloomed in my heart

They envied us our love
They envied us our laughter
But a few words spoken by a friend
Loomed between us ever after

In an old house, your words came creeping
As I lay alone while everyone was sleeping
Bathed only in the heat of the summer night
“She doesn’t deserve happiness,” you said

At a table, another celebration is passing
While I find myself alone and sighing
Left to wonder when your love became pretend
Why could you not tell me instead?

They tell me you envied my love
They tell me you envied my laughter
They tell me your feelings warped into jealousy
So you sought to destroy me, ever after